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Arlon's pov

I don’t think and crash my lips against his. I don’t think will ever get enough of this feeling. I am glad to find out that he kisses me back. I was afraid he might step back, or tell me to stop. But he kisses me back just as hard, hand quickly finding its way through my hair. It is nice to know that I can avoid the rest of my feelings. For now. Elai is quite determined to bore through my entire brain, and I have got to be honest; he’s doing it. No matter how hard I try not to allow him. He’s doing it. I feel the vibrations of his voice in my mouth when we fall, my arm stopping his back from hitting the ground. The grass tickles against my fingertips, a small grin appearing on my face.
“You underestimate your own power.” He sounds so hot when he’s out of breath.
Gods. I need to stop drooling all over this boy.
“You think this wasn’t my intention?” I grin at him as my hand crawls under his blouse, the heat making Elai’s breath hitch. He wasn’t expecting this; there is a sudden terror in his eyes.
“Here?” He seems so innocent, sometimes.
I know him better.
“Here.” I say to him before our lips find each other again, hand pressing against his blouse hard enough for the buttons to pop loose. I heat my fingers up just a little bit more, so that Elai can’t help but flinch when it crosses over his nipple. “Isn’t it a bit too risky..?” Ah. He is so fun to play with. I don’t answer him yet, my lips traveling down his neck. I make sure to leave marks; I like to show it off. Especially now that we are both aware of how much Chay wants Elai. I can’t have that. The alchemist needs to know how mine this boy is. “Too risky?” I ask him, my fingers easily unbuttoning his pants. His breath gets stuck in his throat when he feels my hand wrap around his length. “Your body does not think so..” He wishes to roll his eyes at me, but his expression does not change. He looks at me with desperation, nails digging into the skin of my neck.
“Arlon..” He is so adorable.
I need to feel him. I don’t know if it is the frustration that has the need to leave my body or the fact that he looks at me with such need in his eyes but.. I need to feel him. I don’t bother taking off his blouse and watch him push his own pants down. I’ve got him; he wants me, too. He pushes them down as far as he can and leans his head against the edge of the fountain, eyes focused on the way my hand strokes him up and down. The slow motions allow me to watch his face, my focus on the way his breath quickens.
He's trying not to moan.
“It is alright..” I breathe out, my lips kissing his for just a few seconds. He’s barely able to kiss back and much rather moans into my mouth. His body is so weak; he’s out of breath already. “They won’t say a word..” At first I don’t believe Elai will actually listen to my words. Not until he decides to moan, fingers digging into the ground underneath him. I let out a huff. He sounds so pretty, but it is also my queue to stop. My hand disappears from his length and I can see by the way his body twitches that he was getting close. He opens his eyes, but his eyelids stay low. He doesn’t look embarrassed. He looks rather.. proud. His gaze stays down as I unbutton my own pants, and even though I’d love to join in on his fun, the longer I look down at his trembling body, the more I want to dive back in. “Shit..” I say under my breath, head leaning down so I can kiss his chest. Every kiss awakens a spark inside of him. He can’t stay still, especially not now that my tongue is playing with his nipple. He’s gritting his teeth, breathing heavily and wishing to be touched just a little more. Anything more than this will push him over the edge; I am sure of it. It gives me the need to move down faster, bottom lip touching his tip when I look up at him.
“Tell me when you’re about to come, okay?” The vibrations make him shudder, but he does nod. I allow his length to disappear into my mouth, hands holding onto his waist. His moans become louder, and I am glad he is forgetting where we are. It means the people get to hear my claim over him, my nails digging into his skin. “Fu-ck-“ His voice is breathy and I can see him watching me. I don’t close my eyes. I never do. I can’t. But there is no room in my mind to think of Eryx again. This boy is too entertaining, and I am having too much fun pleasuring him. I feel good, hands desperately trying to stay in their place. I want to touch myself, but I won’t. Elai is my only focus. “More..” The word sends shivers down my spine, but I do not react to it. I keep a slow pace, instead. I want to tease him, want him to beg for me to go faster and-
“Arlon- I’m gonna- come-“ Huh?
I pull my head back before he can reach his climax, a frustrated whine leaving his mouth. I expected him to be quick, but not that quick. A chuckle escapes me as I look up at him.
“I knew you were going to do that.” He says as he leans his head forward. I reach up to be able to kiss him properly.
“I want to see how far I can take it..”
“Arlon, please..” He refuses to let go of my neck the moment he grabs it, and I am suddenly unable to move. My bones obey Elai’s ability. It makes me huff. Of course a brat like him would get a death gaze.
“Please make me come..”
How am I supposed to fucking deny that?
“Let me.. come..”
How?
I wrap my hand around his length and quicken my pace, fast breaths now leaving the boy’s mouth. He nods over and over again, gaze never leaving mine. We look at each other even when he reaches his climax, eyes desperately trying to stay open. His jaw drops as I feel the come lick my hand, motions never stopping. “This is what you want, right?” I have already failed to ignore his pleads. Might as well find another way to tease him.
Elai tries to reach out for my hand to stop me, but I won’t let him.
“Arlon- wait-“
I do not wait. I watch him whine and grit his teeth and shake his head. A soft chuckle leaves my mouth. It is too cute, you see. He’s so desperate.
“Please-“
I hum and finally give him what he wants, hand disappearing from his length. Elai’s muscles relax in an instant, shoulders falling down and neck leaning deeper into the edge of the fountain. “Your body is so sensitive, chasores..” I breathe out against his stomach, soft kisses now traveling up instead. “The most simplest touch makes you grow so weak..” My lips brush across his, but I deny the kiss he tries to give me. I lean down on my knees and hover over him. He looks helpless from up here.
“You make me weak..” He admits something I love to hear, and a grin spread across my face as I let my hand disappear into his long hair.